Im not that guy you tell your folks about
Im not coming over to discuss your day
Not here for the small talk or smiles
Im here to unravel the secrets of a sundress
Im here to smother myself in your thighs
And hear pleasure induced cries
Im just here to make you feel like piece of candy you are.
Im tired of masturbating,
Cuz Im salivating and i aint sharing shit
Ive read the braille goosebumps on your body so I aint hearing "no" today.
I write the medley to ur moans
Swirling my signature
with my felt tip tongue
So turn over,
Arch that back and grab a pillow
I BETTA hear a clap for my performance
Talk back to me when Im in yo temple
Stop cursing cuz the angels are listening
Climax while squinting,
hinting at things that'll leave you dripping from orafices.
My oral fixes, your aura misses.
So bob on the tip when Im close to my peak
And I wont make a sound while you indulge in sleep
Your head game may be strong
So go head, make my knees weak
Just remember your started this shit
But I finish what I eat
